Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.